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Psyche, and other poems — page 61: Penny Dreadfuls, 1812

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# Page Analysis This is a page of running prose poetry (page 43) from what appears to be a narrative poem. The text depicts Psyche hearing a beloved's farewell words grow fainter in the distance, then following his voice to a magnificent temple of alabaster columns surrounded by a sacred grove with roses and myrtles in a desert landscape. The passage references "Macedonia's lord" (apparently Alexander the Great) and "the sacred temple of great Ammon," situating the scene in an ancient mythological or historical setting. The page is entirely text with no illustrations or advertisements.

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45 * Stronger than I, they now forbid my stay ; «Psyche beloved, adieu!” Scarce can she hear The last faint words, which gently melt away ; And now more faint the dying sounds appear, Borne to a distance from her longing ear ; Yet still attentively she stands unmoved, To catch those accents which her soul could cheer, That soothing voice which had so sweetly proved That still his tender heart offending Psyche loved ! And now the joyous sun had cleared the sky, The mist dispelled revealed the splendid fane ; A palmy grove majestically high Screens the fair building from the desert plain ; Of alabaster white and free from stain Mid the taJl trees the tapering columns rose ; Thither, with fainting steps, and weary pain, Obedient to the voice at length she goes, And at the threshold seeks protection and repase. Round the soft scene immortal roses bloom, While lucid myrtles in the breezes play ; No savage beast did ever yet presume With foot impure within the grove to stray, And far from hence flies every bird of prey ; Thus, ’mid the sandy Garamantian wild Wien Macedonia’s lord pursued his way, The sacred temple of great Ammon smiled, Mier And green encircling shades the long fatigue beguiled; — E2 5 COMIClOOkS.COnn